The Boyz Reaction To You Wearing Something Belonging To Them 3/3

the boyz reaction to you wearing something belonging to them 3/3

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haknyeon -- oversized hoodies

(okay now you may be wondering...hey isn’t it the same thing as hyunjae’s? uhm well i-i have nothing to say)

okay so! oversized hoodies! haknyeon has a bunch of hoodies, especially oversized hoodies

but what you don’t know is that he’s buying one size bigger than his usual size, so that’s like close to twice or even thrice your size 

why? he likes your sweater paws...like is obsessed 

“haknyeon! help me grab that please?” he stops in his tracks, seeing you make grabby hands at the cup that’s been stored high up. “do that again.” “do...what?” 

sunwoo -- fingerless gloves

if sangyeon’s the first person to notice, sunwoo would be the second most observant in my opinion

did a double take when he realized it was his fingerless gloves that you were wearing 

“honey, that’s mine...” “i don’t like how sweaty my palms get when cycling.” you volleyed back, wiggling your fingers while showing off and effectively making sunwoo bewildered (in a good way don’t worry)

thinks that you’re really hot like UNBELIEVABLY HOT in fingerless gloves 

actually stares at how pretty your hands look in those gloves like the boy’s whipped 

eric -- (fake) glasses

okay,, the only reason why you used his fake glasses was to hide your eyebags from staying up late

eric didn’t notice that it was his, until he had wanted to wear them that he realized that it was already on you 

“...okay you keep my glasses; i’ll wear my other pair.” “oh, do you want it back? i-i can go borrow from sunwoo.” “NO...i mean you look really cute right now. just keep it on.” 

very happy that he made you blush; it’s okay if you wore his favorite pair of (fake, FAKE!! reminded himself) glasses

he wasn’t by any means short sighted, it was just a fashion statement (on you) 

“you’re right.”

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pairing: dog hybrid! jungwon x gn! reader ↬ tags: mentions of good friend! heeseung, jungwon being the biggest baby, reader is in school (no specification?) 

summary: jungwon just wants to spend his mornings with you word count: 566 words

a/n: for @ssunnk​ ,, hope you like it ! you gave me some form of inspiration to do a hybrid! enhypen post when i have time 

“...up. wake up!” jungwon nudged you, his tail wagging in excitement to see you rousing from your sleep. without looking, you ran your right hand through his fluffy brown hair, stopping right behind his floppy dog ears to gently rub that favorite spot. 

“i’m not late am i?” you retracted your hand to stifle a yawn and jungwon whined at the loss of contact, clearly indicating that you were in fact on time and that he wanted cuddles. 

“come here you big baby.” he clambered onto the bed, engulfing you in his embrace, a wide smile plastered on his face. you two lay in comfortable silence with you caressing his hair, before your phone vibrated, breaking the peace. 

jungwon watched as you reached over for your phone, noting the time which shone 8.04am. he then noticed a message which flashed across your screen and you immediately jerked out of bed, startling him. 

“I forgot I’ve got to meet Heeseung! He’s treating today’s breakfast.” jungwon pouted, “right now?” he memorized your timetable well enough to know your classes on tuesday started at 10 and would routinely wake you up around 2 hours before so you could get ready. or more like he could steal more headpats from you before he’d see you again in the evening. 

“yeah. he’s waiting for me. come on, up.” you tapped his forehead. jungwon glanced up at you and you shook your head, “wonnie, don’t do those puppy eyes at me.” you cupped his face and planted a big kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed. 

jungwon pulled your blankets up to his chin, tucking himself away in the coziness of your scent. you dashed into the joined bathroom, and a few minutes later you emerged, uniform neatly tucked in. you stumbled around, a little unsteady on your feet as you pulled on your socks. from the corner of his eyes, he spotted your school’s tie and grabbed it, beckoning you over. your eyes followed his actions and you gave him a lopsided grin. 

habitually, he looped the fabric around your neck before swiftly knotting the tie in place. “thanks bubs.” you hastily pressed a kiss on his lips before bending down to retrieve your school bag. jungwon slipped out of bed, following you into the living room. reaching out, he tugged you into his embrace, his chin comfortably on the crown of your head. 

“can you tell heeseung hyung that you’ll pass on his offer? i can make breakfast for you.” you playfully scoffed, “you? more like me who’s doing the cooking AND cleaning up.” you lightly pinched his cheeks but he refused to let his iron grip go. 

“please? pretty please? i just want to spend more time with you this morning.” jungwon pleaded, his voice lacing with a little more desperation than he had thought. 

a beat passed and jungwon had thought he had upset you because you were silent. slowly, his arms fell to his side and he bowed his head, “i’m sorry...i shouldn’t have crossed the line—” 

“—no, no. you’re right. i can always postpone it.” you dropped heeseung a text as jungwon’s eyes immediately brightened, a smile growing on his face. he contentedly yipped as he pulled you in for another hug. 

“so where’s the breakfast you promised me?” you joked and jungwon teasingly huffed, “i don’t know. how about we eat take-away?” 

“jungwon-!”

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“ah...love.”

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pairing: bonded mate! channie x gn! reader

↬ tags: non-idol! au, ABO au!, alpha! chan, omega! + gn! reader, mentions of separation anxiety, nicknames from chan would make me fold 

summary: you had terribly missed everything about chan [this is a self indulgent fic]

word count: 310 words

as soon as chan stepped foot into the apartment, his senses picked up on something. his omega, you. in distress. 

uneasiness and anxiety permeated the apartment thickly and chan’s heart beat in trepidation. “love? where are you?” he registered your whimpers and soft sobs coming from the room and in 3 long strides he entered the room, the door swinging open with a woosh. 

that was when he spotted you sitting in the cupboard, tucking yourself away in that tiny sliver of a space. his heart broke at the sight. you were in his pale orange hoodie, clutching onto his pillow like it was your lifeline. 

“c-chan...” you hiccuped his name and he immediately dropped his things to scoop you up in your arms. 

“ah...love.” leaning forwards, he nuzzled the exposed juncture of your neck and shoulder, effectively releasing his pheromones and scenting you. thoughts raced through his mind as you sniffled, grasping onto his button-up. 

after a while, with much soothing words and gentle touches from Chan, your cries ebbed out and you were now placated. 

“sorry.” 

you kept your face buried in his chest and chan peppered you with feather-light kisses, “it’s alright baby. don’t apologize for such things. “ chan’s mind drifted to the topic of separation anxiety that he overheard his co-workers talking about. he had also noticed how you’ve been silently clingy, but felt bad that he kept brushing you off because of work. he’d probably bring it up to you when you were comfortable. 

“would you like to take a shower?” chan pulled away and glanced down at you. hesitation flashed across your face, and you raised your gaze to meet his, “a-alone?” 

he internally chided himself: you needed him. 

“together, love. then we can grab a take-out.” you nodded at the prospect of spending time with him and he smiled.

“all for you.”

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“I don’t think I’ll ever forget this feeling.” - Younghoon

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You waved and smiled at the horde of fans that were currently waiting milling outside the bookstore. You took in the scene before you: the excitement buzzing from your eager fans, the smell of freshly printed books that were ready to be purchased, the sleek feel of the marker pen in your hands. 

“No pushing! One at a time!” The security guards were currently holding the fans back, hollering as they did so. The person beside you softly cleared their throat and you glanced up at Juyeon, your best friend since forever and also your manager. 

“Shall we start the book signing? Your fans are very eager.” “Let’s begin.” 

The next hour was a flurry of events: signing book after book and having small talk with your fans. “Ray-nim! When will your next book be?” “Ray-nim! You’re so cool!” “Ray! Could you sign this?” 

Ray. A pen name you went by. You politely nodded at your fans that were standing by the sides. It wasn’t long before the book signing event came to an end and you packed up. “Seems familiar, doesn’t it?” Juyeon neatly packed the various gifts into luggage bags. You chuckled, “It isn’t our first fansign, you know?” You helped him, smiling at the handwritten letters before placing them into the luggage. 

“A-Ahem, excuse me?” 

Juyeon nudged you and you returned your attention to the male fan standing behind you. “I happened to end work really late and I thought that maybe Ray-nim would still be around.” 

You greeted him, “Any later and you would have missed us completely. What’s your name?” “Kim Younghoon.” He enunciated clearly. Sounds familiar. He handed you the book he probably just bought. ‘Glimmering Tears’ was the title of your recent work and you were proud of it, having come up with the book design. You looked at the question left on a post-it on the first page and carefully penned down your answer. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon neatly keeping the gift Younghoon gave you. 

“I brought one more book with me, could I trouble you to sign it?” Younghoon jolted and reached for his bag, fishing out a rather worn-out book. “Yeah, of course!” It wasn’t unusual for fans to bring other books to sign; after all she only held book signings once every year. He passed the book to you and your breath got caught in your throat. The bright red title ‘The Blazing Sun’ stared back at you, and it felt as if it was taunting you. 

You meet his gaze as a memory unlocked in your mind. 

~ Joseon Dynasty (1392–1910) ~

“Yun’s latest copy of ‘The Blazing Sun’ is out! 10 mun* for one book! Extra 5 mun for a Yun’s official stamp!” 

You lugged another stack of books and heaved them onto the sturdy wooden bench in front of you, acting as your unofficial stall. “I heard there are illustrations this time!” “I cannot wait to read one!” “It is going to be inspiring as usual!”

Yun. A pen name you went by in the Joseon Dynasty. The ladies in their layered chima** gasped and giggled at the opened books as the gentlemen flicked through the pages, pensive look on their faces. You understood that look: one of hesitation and judgement. Most women were illiterate, but you wanted to put a change to that. “One at a time! One at a time!” Juyeon called out, waving his hands in big motions to get people to stand orderly. You snapped out of your thoughts as Juyeon huffed, a grin gracing his face, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget this feeling.” “Feels good, right?” You agreed, sealing your official stamp on the back of the book for a little girl. 

Working in tandem, Juyeon collected the money and did most of the crowd control as you stamped away, answering questions of the curious fans. Sooner than you thought, the day had turned to night and it was time for you to pack up. The crowd had also dispersed and you stretched your limbs, patted Juyeon on the back. 

“Yun-ah, shall we keep the two books?” Juyeon asked as he folded the cloth you were once seated on. You were about to open your mouth to speak, but a lanky figure snatched the book, running off. “Hey! You rascal, come back here!” Juyeon dropped the cloth without much hesitation, chasing the teen. You sighed in exasperation, blaming your padded clothing for restricting your movement. 

Pacing nervously back and forth, you chewed on your bottom lip as you decided to pack your things. “Yun! I got the boy!” Your eyes locked with the fiery glare from the teen. “Speak up, boy. Why did you steal it?” Juyeon held the boy by his shoulders. The boy squirmed, refusing to answer or let the book go. “Ju, you’re hurting him.” You patted Juyeon’s inner wrist, pulling the teen towards you. Leaning forward so that you were eye to eye with him, you calmly asked, “What’s your name?” 

“Yun! He tried to steal your book! And you’re here asking him for his name?” Juyeon pointed at the teen in disbelief and you rolled your eyes. “Your name?” You questioned once more. “Younghoon.” You glanced down at the book in his hands. “You want to read it?” Younghoon hesitated, before nodding vigorously. You rummaged for a couple of coins and pressed it firmly into his cold hands. “Take this and have something warm to eat. You don’t have to pay for the book.” You didn’t know why you were being so nice; something in his eyes sparked a sense of awe. Maybe it was his fearlessness from stealing from a renowned author like you, or maybe his strong desire to learn. 

Younghoon stared at you dumbfounded as Juyeon gave up trying to say anything. “Thank you. I will not forget your kindness.” You took a step back. Younghoon clutched the book in his hands, shoving the money into his pocket. He took one last look at you before dashing off into the darkness. “You’re being oddly nice.” Juyeon pouted, picking up the cloth you had neatly folded. 

“Maybe, it’s because I’m going to go soon. I wonder when this immortal curse the gods put me will end.” “Pft. Yun-ah, that makes the two of us. Stop thinking about it.” 

Walking side by side, you pondered about this curse. Flitting from one generation (or dynasty) to another, you had sought solace in writing books. Books that served as inspiration, books that brought imagination to life, books that caused people to laugh and cry. Books that were your creation. For each dynasty, you had a different pen name. In the Goryeo Dynasty, you were Mae. In the Silla Dynasty, you were Joon. Juyeon had opted to keep his name for simplicity sake, but you changed yours, along with your writing style. 

It was hard to keep partners, for they would die before you would, causing you a lot of heartaches. Thankfully, Juyeon was with you every step of the way, be it as a brother, a cousin, a co-worker and currently, your good friend. Somehow, one way or another, you two would find each other. 

“Snap out of it. We are going to be with each other for as long as I know.” “You’re right.” You inwardly let out a sigh, letting your thoughts drift to a realm unknown.  

--

“...Ray...Ray!” You felt your consciousness pull you back to reality. Juyeon’s hands were on your shoulders, shaking you. “Here.” He handed you a tissue and you realised you had been crying. Younghoon stood nervously in front of you. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know how to best approach you! I swear!” He looked nothing like that scrawny teen you met back then in the cool of the evening. 

You assured him with a shake of your head, letting out a laugh. “I haven’t seen this book in ages.” You weren’t kidding. It was currently 2021 and when you had written the book it was just about the 18th Century. You curiously opened the book, and sure enough you saw your handwriting. “You must be the same Younghoon from then.” Younghoon sheepishly laughed, “I recognised your writing style. I had an inkling that it was you. But now that I’m finally here in the flesh, I can confirm with my own two eyes that it was you whom I met in the past Dynasty.” 

“I’ve been waiting all my life to find you, and now that I did, I won’t lose you again.”

a/n: mun - currency, chima - outfit for women in the joseon 

[vetted by pp-bv on 13.09.21]

one tap, two and three

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pairing: idol! mingi x uterus-having reader!

↬ tags: idol! mingi, fluff hehe, mentions of wooyoung and his witch like laughter + and a san, good vibes only!, mentions of menses but briefly (you get your cuddles too ok!)

summary: one tap for “i’m here”, and two taps for “i need you”...so what is three taps?

word count: 517 words 

a/n: mingi is back!! and so am i!! so in tandem with the end of his hiatus, here is a (long) short that i’ve written <3 this was mirrored after something i read off reddit-

one tap: i’m here

mingi shuffled into the kitchen, greeted with the sight of you intently staring at the boiling pot. knowing that you were on the skittish side, mingi made sure to not startle you as he stood behind you. 

extending his hand, he tapped the crown of your head once. “mingi! later, okay?” you promised, quickly turning around to press a chaste kiss on his slightly puffy cheeks, before turning back to the pot. 

satisfied with the prospects of a sunday morning breakfast with you, he bustled around you, grabbing utensils and place mats. comfortable silence filled the air as mingi gazed at you lovingly. 

“here, help me with this.” mingi easily lifted the pot off the gas stove and set it down on the dining table. taking a seat beside you, he waited expectantly, looking at you. 

“thank you and good morning to you my love~” you greeted, full on hugging him now that you weren’t preoccupied. mingi sighed in your embrace; he could really get used to sunday mornings with you. 

two taps: i need you

mingi hummed under his breath, fingers drumming a beat on the cool surface of the table. with his scruffy notebook opened in front of him, he penned down another word that struck him as he listened to the song. the same process repeated itself as his foot tapped rhythmically, trying to get himself into the groove. he felt a light tap on his inner wrist and without even looking, already knew who it was. you. 

what happened next compelled him to put his pen down and remove his headset: two taps. “what’s wrong?” he worriedly pulled you into his lap.

“cramps and a massive headache. it’s...that time of the month.” you curled up and he held you tighter, “did you take your meds?” “mhm.” you clung onto him, eyes fluttering shut. 

“do you want to go home?” 

“it’s okay my big guy.” the warm air from your exhale caused shivers to run up his spine. “okay then. i’ll be here for you.” 

three taps: i love you 

“and basically wooyoung was making that sadistic-elmo-laughter in the dark that scared all of us. well more me than them. but the funniest thing was that san got back at him by putting cucumbers in his ramyeon, like how funny is that?”mingi paused to catch his breath from his recounting and faced you, hands still intertwined. 

you smiled at him, before slightly turning his hand to expose his wrist and tapping his inner wrist 3 times. he cocked his head to the left, “what’s this supposed to mean?” 

“i love you.” you punctuated each word with a tap on his inner wrist. his heart swelled at the sight of you. this whole motion of tapping each other was a signal mingi had thought of when he first met you. you then were so, so, utterly shy you could barely utter words around him. but looking at you now, mingi just loved you so much, just as much as you did for him. he pressed 3 short kisses on your lips, “i love you too.”

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the boyz reaction to you wearing something belonging to them 2/3

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a/n: i’m clearly running out of clothing items HAHAHAHA

part 1 || part 3 

juyeon -- mismtached athleisure set 

everyone knows juyeon loves dancing; more often than not, he would wear matching tops and bottoms -- an athleisure set (he absolutely likes to match, but no one knows why)

juyeon thought matching sets were cool until you proved him wrong with a mismatched set 

he stares at you incredulously as you shuffled into the living in a pink nike zip up jacket and an adidas grey sweatpants, yawning

“what’s with your get up?” “you left them lying around and i was naked.” 

burst out laughing as he gestures for you to join him on the couch, hugging you tightly

kevin -- blazer 

“kevin i can i borrow this?” “yeah.” kevin replies absent-mindedly 

turns out it was a blazer you had wanted to use; kevin nearly drops his phone out of pure adoration 

“love, you’re utterly rocking this.” he stares in shock as you shrugged on the navy blue blazer with his emblem in the form of a badge pinned on 

he thought the only time he’d kneel for you was when he was going to propose, but he better start kneeling to take pictures of you 

totally hypes you up for looking this good in just a blazer (now imagine an entire set)

chanhee -- bracelets

chanhee and you were chilling by the beach and you were fiddling with the bracelet adorning his wrist

(he never told you it was cute to see you hyper-fixated and he just watches you with all the love and patience in his eyes) 

you gently removed the bracelet and clasped it onto your own wrist， admiring the handiwork, before returning it to him, a sheepish smile on your face

“you should keep it. that way it feels like a piece of me is with you.” 

chanhee could simply watch the way you blush, stuttering as you returned the bracelet, as a small smile graced his lips

changmin -- socks

for the most part his stylist would decide the different clothes he wear, but socks wasn’t one of them

changmin has many pairs of cartoon-clad socks and he had purposely got them as you also had a habit of wearing socks, even at home

he’d eye you as you made breakfast (in green avocado socks) while he crosses his leg up on the chair and props his head up on his palms 

“changmin!” you balance on one leg, showing off your (his) socks and grinning stupidly (very! very! cute!) “i know i know. don’t fall!”